Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Lucia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Underground Resistance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.